The Favored Heiress-Chapter 53 - Want to Make It Up to Me
Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Want to Make It Up to Me?
Chapter 53 -53: Want to Make It Up to Me?
It’s hard to say exactly when it started, but seemingly out of nowhere, their eldest’s WeChat was reactivated.
It seemed to be after getting to know Miss Li.
At this moment, Shang Yu lazily took his phone, not the least bit surprised that the WeChat message was from Li Qiao.
It was just a few words, “Master Yan, where are we eating dinner tonight?”
The young lady seemed particularly concerned about his dining plans today.
Shang Yu massaged his temples and lightly tapped the screen with his thumb, sending back two words, “Hotel.”
The conversation in the chat box ended abruptly there.
Shang Yu exited the chat, about to lock his screen, but unexpectedly noticed a glaring red dot below the WeChat ‘Discover’ icon.
As if possessed, he clicked on it, and the top post in the Moments feed was a recent one from Li Qiao.
There were no words, just an image of a field of tulips.
But what made Shang Yu pause was the location tagged beneath the photo: Yancheng City, World Horticultural Expo.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he watched the lights fleeting by outside the window, casting his profound features in an intermittent play of light and shadow.
If Liuyun were to look back at that moment, he would catch a glimpse of a faint smile tugging at the corners of Shang Yu’s thin lips stained a shade of rouge.
This time, he closed WeChat entirely and dialed Baby Girl’s number on his call screen.
“In Yancheng City?”
The moment the call connected, Li Qiao heard the man’s husky, magnetic voice and slowly responded with a smile, “Mhm, I heard the World Horticultural Expo has started, thought I’d come over to relax a bit.”
She felt that reason deserved full marks!
Shang Yu, phone in hand, looked out at the streets passing by outside the window, thinking back to the message Li Qiao had sent him, and his eyes revealed his understanding, “Haven’t had dinner yet?”
Li Qiao glanced at the two-person Western dining table in front of her, eyes sparkling with excitement, “Not yet, just ordered, waiting for the meal now.
Does Master Yan have the time to join?”
“Location.”
Li Qiao replied, “Western restaurant, Royal Hotel, Yancheng City.”
…
About twenty minutes later, the motorcade returned to the Royal Hotel in Yancheng City, where Shang Yu was staying.
The moment Liuyun opened the car door for the man, he whispered beside him, “Boss, Miss Li is at table 01 in the Western restaurant.” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
“Hmm.”
Shang Yu undid his tie and casually handed his jacket to Liuyun, striding into the hotel lobby in a dark shirt and trousers.
Liuyun stood still, holding the jacket, and began to question life.
How did Miss Li manage to pinpoint the exact hotel where the boss was staying?
The high-level forum attendees were all staying at the State Guesthouse.
Only their family’s big shot opted for privacy and heightened security in their own hotel.
How did Miss Li find out?!
What kind of wild channels did she have?
In the Western restaurant of the hotel, the decor was elegantly styled, with the soothing sound of a piano melody permeating the air.
Li Qiao was sitting at table 01, her cheek propped up by her hand, watching Shang Yu approach under the crystal chandeliers, his build tall and distinguished.
Even though his shirt sleeves were creased, his elegance and grace remained untouched.
Tonight, they were the only patrons in the restaurant.
Li Qiao wore a champagne-colored cocktail dress, her face lightly made-up, radiant and charming, a noticeable change from her usual cold and lazy demeanour, adding a soft enchantment instead.
She smiled, “Thank you, Master Yan, for taking time out of your busy schedule to dine with me.”
She was teasing him for rejecting lunch together earlier that day.
Shang Yu slightly shifted to pull out a chair and sit down, resting his arm on the table and tapping with his fingertips, his voice slow and tinged with laziness, “When did you get here?”
“Just arrived this afternoon,” Li Qiao straightened her skirt and placed a glass of lemon water in front of him, “I guess…
you didn’t eat lunch.”
Shang Yu’s eyebrows shaded over his weary eyes as he lifted his gaze to Li Qiao, his eyes deep, carrying a misty glint, “Trying to compensate for me?”
